Goodbye, Blogger.com

Thanks to all Bakersheartbeat.blogger.com and 
Gardensirencall.blogger.com readers! 
It was a fun ride for years!


    It's with a heavy heart that I say goodbye on this site, called either blogspot.com or blogger.com.

    Recently, I wrote about a Quad-City Times Bix 7 event and the photo to go with it was blocked by Google. (This one, in this blog, was also blocked but I got around it as I'm not using Blogger anymore.)

    Anyway, I'm trying to come up with a Plan B for blogging.

    Stay tuned.

    I think the problem developed (after six or more years of no such thing!) because I transfer the photos I take for blogs via G-mail. Either that, or Blogspot.com is now in the Google universe.

    Anyway, it's not feasible to write blogs without photos, in my opinion.

    All this blogging started in 2018, when my journalism career ended. Blogging was something I'd done at the office and I found Blogger.com as an acceptable alternative.

    I do enjoy writing, of course, and blogging fit the bill. I had a general blog (Bakersheartbeat.blogger.com) and a gardening blog (gardensirensong.blogger.com).

    On the main site, Bakersheartbeat.com, I wrote a blog about our nine wonderful grandchildren, and that was one of the blogs most widely read. And yes, it had a cute photo on it!

    Other popular blogs concerned the importance of community, especially to seniors, as in places like Scott County Park. I also blogged on my hair, of all things, and why it's important to many women to have a talented hair stylist among their friends.

    For Garden Siren Call, popular blogs concerned a huge Sansevaria plant I divided with some difficulty, my intolerance for Japanese beetles (we haven't had too many this year, for some reason), and "100 days of hell," or the time of spring, when gardens are planned and planted.

    It's been a terrific ride, and I'm fortunate to have some really loyal readers. 

    I thank you all!

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